Hyeonu entered Edchan’s workshop and saw Edchan devoting himself to hammering. Just the sight of that gave Hyeonu goosebumps.

‘He isn’t making anything.’

This wasn’t the act of making something. Rather, it was more like breaking something. The sight of Edchan’s muscles bulging and veins protruding as his left hand held tongs and his right hand gripped a hammer was terrifying. Realizing that Edchan hadn’t noticed his presence, Hyeonu yelled out, “Edchan! I’m here!”

Hyeonu’s voice broke through the sound of iron being struck and shook Edchan’s eardrums.

“Human?” Edchan stopped hammering. Simultaneously, he turned his head toward Hyeonu.

“It isn’t like I’m coming to a place I shouldn’t enter. You are staring too hard at me. Your gaze is too burdensome,” Hyeonu said with a smile. Since he wasn’t wearing the mask, his face could clearly be seen by Edchan.  

“What brings you here? You acted like you weren’t coming.” Edchan felt disappointed that Hyeonu hadn’t visited in a while. He thought Hyeonu would come with alcohol from time to time, but Hyeonu never came...